• I'm tired of all of this
    Writing and ranting, lyrical chanting
    From people who can't stand backing
    Up their opinion, or on their two feet
    Without making out to be a solo drama queen

    You write with compassion
    Composure and clarity
    Its hilarious, the insincerity that I choose to read
    You write and attend robotic poetry slams
    Concocted and fueled with oil and gas cans

    Change all of your fluids,
    Better pump the brake
    It would be wise to get a tune up
    Since your whole machine’s at stake

    Shotgun shells of words
    Fire and retrieve
    Seems to me your input output formula is functioning

    Like a true poet,
    You exaggerate your words
    Still it’s absurd that I’m still hungry
    After every single verse
    How can you inspire when your quality goes down
    Which is impressive
    Since I thought your feet were rooted to the ground

    Your improvement’s making haste
    As much as double sided tape
    Stuck to a wall in the 400 hall bathroom stall

    But its okay it doesn’t matter
    I'll go ahead and take a look
    And for a price I might repair
    What you call lyrics in your book.